(This shit gon' be crazy, Jacc)
(Al Geno on the track)
Oh-woah
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Ride around in Ferraris with a loaded 40, ayy
Walk in Neiman Marcus, treat that bitch like Target, ayy
Bitch, give me your heart, this a love extortion
I thought you was real, I thought you was realer
Said it ain't me, do you see what I need? I'm dying, I'm dying
I'm thinkin', I'm bankin', I'm drownin' in Franklins
Still'll fuck a ratchet bitch and decrease my ranking
I'm new to fame, don't blame me
The hate just stuck on you, just stuck on you, just stuck on you, just stuck, just stuck, just stuck on you, just stuck on you
The hate just stuck on you, just stuck on you, just stuck on you, just stuck, just stuck, just stuck on you, just stuck on you
Ayy, I ain't really got nothin' else to prove
Niggas gon' die 'fore they see me lose
Nigga, you gon' die 'fore they see me lose, yeah
I got like twenty on me, everything pink and blue
Everything pink and blue, everything pink and blue, yeah
Spin out the coupe, do donuts
Walked out the jungle untouched
Double homicide doors, put 'em both up
We die in the streets where it's no love
I can see it in they face, niggas mad that I got it
How I made it out? They was right there by me
I got no degree, still pack out the college
I was in the streets still givin' you knowledge
Days I was starvin', it made me go harder
I was just fucked up with nothin' in my pocket
She say that she mine, I know that she lyin'
When I go do time, she fuckin' my partner
Tired of trustin' you, now I'm shuttin' it down
Fakin' like you always cared about me
Now you can't come around, you feelin' it now
I know that you probably scared without me
Tired of trustin' you, now I'm shuttin' it down
Fakin' like you always cared about me
Now you can't come around, you feelin' it now
I know that you probably scared without me
You probably scared without me
I'ma sip Hi-Tech, sad and depressed
I can't be gettin' too comfortable, 'cause it ain't over yet
It won't be too long, don't trust me, I got three phones
I fucked her in the venue, the letter discontinued
The hate just stuck on you, just stuck on you, just stuck on you, just stuck, just stuck, just stuck on you, just stuck on you
The hate just stuck on you, just stuck on you, just stuck on you, just stuck, just stuck, just stuck on you, just stuck on you
I thought you was real, I thought you was real, I thought you
I thought you was real, I thought you was real, I thought you was realer than that
I'ma sip Hi-Tech, sad and depressed
I can't be gettin' too comfortable, 'cause it ain't over yet
It won't be too long, don't trust me, I got three phones
I fucked her in the venue, the letter discontinued
I thought you was real, I thought you was real, I thought you
I thought you was real, I thought you was real, I thought you was realer than that
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